So i had planned on coming onto this website and being positive, writing out my beliefs, my theories, and my dreams, but lets face it:
I'm a teenage girl.
A teenage girl with boy problems, yet again.
I don;t know if this is unusual to people or not, but i'm engaged.
i live with him and all that jazz.
well, somethings been bothering me, and its been going on for over a year now.
here's a bit of background info:
The other day i was in gym class, in the weight room. There's only 7 girls, so we have to step up a bit to keep up. i was randomly puttimh weights on a machine, more to get them off the floor then anything, and the guys in the room started in.
"Oh, she can't do it."
"she can't lift shit!"
So i of course hope on the machine, and grip the bar. i unhook it, and it just drops, my shoulders taking all the weight. some new guy in class and dashed behind me, and he grabbed it before it got me.
now mind, my fiance just watched.
but he pushed me out of the way, and got it up.
And so, my shoulders have been hurting like a bitch.
a pmsing bitch.
i tell my boy, and he just gets angry with me. i had just taken medication for it, and he didnt really care.
I dont like to tell him when im upset, cause he gets mad.
says i over react, which is probably true, but its not his job to bitch at me for crying.
[i have severe depression, dick head]
he's supposed to comfort me and he doesn't.
i have to TELL him too.
he's my everything...
and he's good to me,
he is.
He's my best friend.
[i feel like he lies to me]
him?
he's over there laughing his ass off,
fine.
im over here,
wanting to go swallow a handful of meds.
but hey,
im just over reacting, right?
I'm a teenage girl.
A teenage girl with boy problems, yet again.
I don;t know if this is unusual to people or not, but i'm engaged.
i live with him and all that jazz.
well, somethings been bothering me, and its been going on for over a year now.
here's a bit of background info:
The other day i was in gym class, in the weight room. There's only 7 girls, so we have to step up a bit to keep up. i was randomly puttimh weights on a machine, more to get them off the floor then anything, and the guys in the room started in.
"Oh, she can't do it."
"she can't lift shit!"
So i of course hope on the machine, and grip the bar. i unhook it, and it just drops, my shoulders taking all the weight. some new guy in class and dashed behind me, and he grabbed it before it got me.
now mind, my fiance just watched.
but he pushed me out of the way, and got it up.
And so, my shoulders have been hurting like a bitch.
a pmsing bitch.
i tell my boy, and he just gets angry with me. i had just taken medication for it, and he didnt really care.
I dont like to tell him when im upset, cause he gets mad.
says i over react, which is probably true, but its not his job to bitch at me for crying.
[i have severe depression, dick head]
he's supposed to comfort me and he doesn't.
i have to TELL him too.
he's my everything...
and he's good to me,
he is.
He's my best friend.
[i feel like he lies to me]
him?
he's over there laughing his ass off,
fine.
im over here,
wanting to go swallow a handful of meds.
but hey,
im just over reacting, right?
